YANK—Aw, I know all about it.
SECRETARY—[Sarcastically.] Well, give us some of your valuable information.
YANK—[Cunningly.] I know enough not to speak outa my toin. [Then resentfully again.] Aw, say! I'm reg'lar. I'm wise to de game. I know yuh got to watch your step wit a stranger. For all youse know, I might be a plain-clothes dick, or somep'n, dat's what yuh're tinkin', huh? Aw, forget it! I belong, see? Ask any guy down to de docks if I don't.
SECRETARY—Who said you didn't?
YANK—After I'm 'nitiated, I'll show yuh.
SECRETARY—[Astounded.] Initiated? There's no initiation.
YANK—[Disappointed.] Ain't there no password—no grip nor nothin'?
SECRETARY—What'd you think this is—the Elks—or the Black Hand?
YANK—De Elks, hell! De Black Hand, dey're a lot of yellow backstickin' Ginees. Naw. Dis is a man's gang, ain't it?
SECRETARY—You said it! That's why we stand on our two feet in the open. We got no secrets.